disciplinarity denies the facility to hear images between dreams and reality,
between experience and projection, between faith and science: the space of
life. Released from this fortress, form becomes a vehicle that breathes its
world into our consciousness. Rather than obeying the modernizing
impulse that art must become segregated from the world as a sign of
time, place and identity, art returns to its function as a passage through
which to process the plenitude of experience. Does this obviate the
museum, and perhaps art history as well? I hope not. We thrive through
beauty and materiality. Yet to preserve form without preserving content
causes an internal decay that collapses on itself, ultimately destroying both.
The trick would be neither annihilation nor adulation, and not a Kantian
disinterest modeled through empiricism, but instead a lazy love allowing
reason’s interplay with intuition.222 The Transcendent Image